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Now he had his pick of cards and that really wasn’t fair, but then with Sophie he couldn’t help himself. There was more than one dare he liked—lick someone’s ear, eat a small piece of fruit being held by someone else’s teeth—but he decided to go with, “Place a lipstick between your lips and write ‘kiss me’ on someone’s stomach.” He grinned, looked left and right, then back at her. “Guess that means me.”
She tucked a stray curl of hair behind her ear. “Be right back.”
He paid attention to her backside as she headed toward the kitchen. A few seconds later she reappeared with her bag in hand.
“I don’t wear lipstick, but I do have lip gloss.” She rummaged in her purse and pulled out a tube that glittered pink. Making a show of it, she unscrewed the cap and just before she put it between her teeth said, “Should I unbutton you, too?”
His gut tightened and blood rushed south of his navel. Hell yeah, she should unbutton him. He moved the coffee table out of the way and spread his arms in a show of surrender. “Absolutely.”
Sophie with a side of vixen was a damn fine sight. She got down on her knees in front of him and one by one, unbuttoned his shirt. Her tongue slid back and forth across her lower lip while she worked. Add torturing him with buttons to the list of things she could do with those nimble fingers of hers. Once she had him undone, she spread his shirt wide. Her gaze darted from his abs to his eyes and back down again. She put the lip gloss between her lips and bent over his knees, but his legs were long, and she was petite, so she couldn’t reach all the way.
He spread his legs. She fell between them, quickly nestling her body more comfortably against the couch. Good thing he wasn’t sitting at the edge or she’d be huddled against his growing erection, and no way would he be able to remain a gentleman.
The first touch of the tip to his stomach sent a shudder through him. He had no idea why. Okay, he did. Sweet, sexy, sensual Sophie was autographing his abdomen. He’d given thousands of autographs over the years, a good chunk of them to body parts, but this was the first time anyone had written on him. And because it was Sophie at the hands of a dare, it made it a moment he’d never forget.
Afraid he’d reach out and brush a finger down her neck, he lifted his arms and laced his fingers behind his head. Despite their clothing and the fact that they weren’t physically touching each other anywhere, this ranked as one of the most erotic diversions he’d had the pleasure of experiencing.
She lifted up and took the lip gloss out of her mouth. She studied her work before meeting his eyes.
“Nice,” he said, taking a brief peek. He waited for her to change position, move back to the couch and pick up her cards, do something other than stay right where she was.
“Well?” she said softly.
He frowned in confusion.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me now?”
…
Sophie’s heart pounded so hard in her chest that all she heard was the pumping in her ears while every other real-world sound vanished. Zane stared at her. The creases in his forehead relaxed, but he didn’t smile or smirk. Didn’t waggle his eyebrows. Didn’t look at all like the cocky surfer she thought she’d see when she asked him to kiss her.
Nope. He wore a thoughtful expression mixed with surprise, or maybe that was apology? How had she been so wrong about his signals?You’re a novice at this, that’s how.
“Kidding,” she said. And started to move away.
He trapped her between his legs. His big, warm hands landed on her upper arms. “No you’re not.”
Great. Calling her on her lie. A move she had no clue how to respond to, since she didn’t normally lie. Or flirt with the world’s hottest surfer. Or ask to be kissed.
Shoot her now.
Instead, one of Zane’s hands moved to the small of her back and the other moved to cup her cheek. “I’ve never wanted to kiss someone as much as I want to kiss you, Sophie.”
Heart meet hammer. Heart meet hammer. “You looked—”
“Like a guy who doesn’t want to screw this up.”
She swallowed the heap of nerves his admission stirred. Like he could screw up a kiss. Or be as nervous as she was. Or think anything he did would be short of spectacular. “But—”
“I only get one first kiss with you.” He stroked his thumb across her cheekbone.
It was official. She’d never crushed harder on anyone in her life. Zane had her floating on airandplanted firmly between his thighs with the biggest case of desire ever.
They stared at each other a moment longer before he put two fingers under her chin and pulled her mouth to his. His lips brushed hers gently and her head spun with butterflies. “You’re too good for the likes of me, you know,” he whispered over his featherlight touch.
“That’s not true,” she whispered back and wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer.
He tasted like honey and sweet sauce, and she smiled against his kiss, knowing what his favorite foods this evening had been. They’d been hers, too. Until now. Until Zane’s soft yet firm lips moved over hers with delicious pressure. He kissed her like they had all the time in the world. Joy and rapture mingled at the base of her spine, and she found herself straining to eliminate any space between them.
